Jaipur is at the center of my story. On a serene summer day in 1985, I was in Frankfurt to visit the textile fair: I was dazzled and awed at the fascinating world of Indian textiles from Rajasthan. “Unbelievable!” . A few minutes later I found myself accepting an invitation to visit a textile factory in New Delhi. Being young and full of passion for the textile world I immediately booked a flight to India. To this day I still remember the exact time and date that the old Air India plane I was on landed in Jaipur. It was six o’clock in the morning on September 7, 1985. The plane was originally bound for Delhi, but heavy fog redirected the flight to land in Jaipur.
Upon arriving at the airport I was greeted by the scorching heat and high humidity of the late monsoon season. It all quickly faded away as I gazed in awe from the windows of my rickety yellow-black cab at the wonderful corners of a world I was looking forward to discovering in all its intensity. I didn’t know it until then, but India would indelibly mark my life with a profound and extraordinary trait in the many years that followed.
Scents, colors, sounds, strong sensations that hit me like a hurricane then and continue to thrill me today.
In the spring of 1986, I began to import the beautiful silk Shantung in more than 200 colors, button prints, embroidery, until 1998 when on the wave of the success of the company Silks of Jaipur was born the first collection of accessories.
I was motivated by the desire to work with artisans from Rajastan, West Bengal, Orissa, Kashmir, and to develop high quality fashion items that could make a beautiful transition across cultures.